The Little Paperman and the White Tiger turned their necks mechanically, their eyes synchronously looking in one direction, revealing a hint of awkwardness, bright as day.
The White Tiger hurriedly threw away the small piece of Yinchen Wood he had previously broken off.
He even shifted his body to cover the Yinchen Wood on the ground with his large, fluffy body. As long as the evidence was gone, he was innocent!
His gaze quickly shifted from awkwardness to evasiveness, and finally settled into a firm expression of 'it's none of my business'.
The Little Paperman felt like they might have caused trouble, scared those poor little souls, and immediately started to shift the blame.
"Look at you, what did I say before? Using your loud voice, who are you trying to scare? To think you are a Demon King, is this how you treat the life in your Death Mountain?
Oh, no, it's souls, but even though they have died, they are still the souls of your Death Mountain!
